The Private Chef || An Eminem Fanfiction

8 (Short)

A/N: The songs being used in this chapter are 'So This Is Love' by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas, and 'The Night Begins To Shine' by B.E.R.. The author does not own either song whatsoever. All credit goes to those who they belong to. Some lyrics will be in bold letters. 

February 14th, 2019
For what felt like the millionth time this morning, she made sure she looked decent enough for today. Her hands smoothed out the sleeves of her soft knitted sweater. She then made sure that her makeup efforts had paid off using the bright bathroom lights.

"Now for the important parts." She whispered to herself.

She quickly made her way to her dresser, carefully opening a small jewelry box that sits to one corner. A matching set of jewelry got taken out, and they soon sparkled around her neck, on her ears, and around her left wrist. Then, feeling complete, she deemed herself worthy enough to walk downstairs, hoping to surprise Marshall with breakfast for this important day. After she grabbed an already prepared gift bag from her nightstand, she left her room then quietly hurried down the stairs and made her way into the kitchen.

He cautiously walks down the stairs. He's greeted by the smell of a certain breakfast food as it lingers in the living room. 

'Waffles.' 

He sets down the gifts he is holding, neatly placing them on the couch as quietly as he can. When he's done, he takes a quick picture of his work before he approaches the kitchen. Peeking in, Marshall finds Danielle standing at the counter, pouring more batter into the waffle maker. He nervously runs one hand across his forehead as he makes his way back to the living room. He silently paces around the living room as his hands grip onto the paper they're holding. He got little sleep last night, but he feels so energized. His eyes are reading over what he spent almost 6 hours writing. While his raps usually come to him very easily, this note, a confession, has been the most difficult thing he has ever written out in his entire life. He made sure that this note was perfect. 

'She deserves perfect.' 

So this is love, mmm,
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine

That thought was the only thing fueling his decision to confess his feelings to the young woman currently making them breakfast. Yet, now that he has seen her, his confidence has turned into anxiety. 

'What if I come off as too forward? What if she doesn't even like me romantically and I've been reading this wrong? Will she laugh at me? Will she think this is all stupid?' 

Marshall's brain has been at war with itself these past few weeks. Half of his mind tells him to man up and let Danielle know that he has strong feelings for her, feelings that he is hoping will lead to more. Then it tells him that he's very wrong to like her; an innocent young woman who has her whole life ahead of her. The other half is when he does allow himself to indulge in his feelings, he has daydreams, and when he daydreams, all of them are of her. He imagines them holding her hand as they walk, of being close to her, holding her to him, making her laugh, having her to himself in a way that no one else will. 

Looking at his gifts for her that have been nicely set up, he decides it's time to be the first person to wish her a happy birthday today. At least, he hopes he will be the first. He makes his way back to the kitchen, his feet planting himself firmly at the doorway as his hands smooth out his plain white tee. When he looks up, he sees her setting the table. He smiles slightly to himself, wondering how he has gotten so lucky to know her and be a part of her life. A nervous warmth surges through his chest as she faces him, their eyes finally meeting. He takes her in, noticing the efforts she has gone through to look even more beautiful for today. His mouth has a mind of its own as he is suddenly blurting out,